"Yea, ye took up the tabernacle of Moloch, and the star of your god Remphan, figures which ye made to worship them: and I will carry you away beyond Babylon,"
(Acts 7:43).
In denial in the Nile River.
Havin to chill, is the Holy Spirit ur shiver?
At the tip of the toungue, and at its peak.
After the sacrifice, knowledge is what I seek.
The bar that is set, the Ptah, this is the bet.
The ground that's wet, and ya ass is six feet deep.
To play with ya sol, I'm the one who plays for keeps.
And talk is cheap, it's time to address.
Your spirit a mess, in relation to Eternal Sin.
And ur Sun God in Shades of Grey, it's the 51st Brigade.
To pay with heat, a lone chip, to stack one Lay.
But I like to stack crack, and to break ur mother's back.
So ye havin to back pack, confused on the tic-TAK.
And ye can't knapsack in the Pits of Hell.
It's too confusing, and ye havin to braille.
It's too late to come out of ur one and only shell.
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What an amazing poem :)
Thank you and thanks for reading!